a taste of the past

something to listen to while browsing… beyond the broken links of the playlist at the top (so sad, the time to fix the stream of consciousness that was is not, just like the tapes lost in a lovers arms, the wistful winds of this season spent alone, something only some of us have known and no one wants to really call their own, but that’s besides the point)… what i should really ought to be doing right now is sleeping, being that i slept elevenish hours last night and woke feeling like i could sleep a hundred more (i need a date with sleeping beauty) and the head cold thing is responding as it always does to medicines (which is why i almost never ever take the crap), just dragging on longer than it would if i just rested for real (busy busy busy, even if there’s no snowmen down south)… instead, it seems, for your edification and perusal, pleasure or ignorance, i am writing rhymes and babble in random spots around the web world (oddly, not linked even in a bout of linkaholism)…

yes, once again (as never before cuz i don’t do this, not really, you know that) in a bout of shameless self-promotion disguised as plumes of optimistic with odd and questionable babbling asides (which i never do, of course, cuz who knows what i truly mean here there or anywhere, anyway), i produce and reproduced (cuz fruit is good for the body, for one thing) the following random moment in a mood apart from the body (cuz the body feels like dried ass shit, to be semi-metaphorical about it all) and i give it to you now to do as you will with, as you wish will, as you are going to do anyway, whatever you want…

maybe it’s the cold…

sick and tired and i still wanna party all the time party all the time party all the time and yet, still wondering wandering on my semi-quixotic quest for someone to love love love (with the obligatory shock value and babble just (just?... is there really any justice in this world?... never mind this distraction, get the point already) to keep us on our toes… and real… you can’t know it all, but you must…

whatever you did or however you may react or whatever you think or whyever you are here, if you are here, still, i am delightfully amused all by myself (though lonely, so feel free to share and if you want, call, or come over if you are in the neighborhood and do not mind an apartment that is decorated in late-twentieth century storage facility, the style so the rage of lonely drifters who stumbled into a long-term stay on a short-term budget with physical world disinterest at heart…

did i mention i met a few, or at least a couple, of english teachers the other day, or night, or couple of nights, to be precise… and a kindergarten teacher too… yes, they were a threesome, at least the second night… one of them inspired one of the rhymes linked above, now how’s that for a real life ethereal magical mystery tour for you to play with, aye?... i know there must be somebody out there as tickled as i am at these maxes i inadvertently build when i am playing with myself (words, i mean playing with words with myself, or playing with myself with words, yeah, that’s it)… you know how i love teachers, alas, almost as much as i love mommies (and i’ve had much better results and luck with teachers, come to think of it)…

cuz hey hey ho ho, na na na na na, after all, just cuz i’ve had no time and i’ve been super sick and tire and beat and burnt doesn’t change the fact that it is december (and elton and bernie remind me all over again, along with andrew and tim, with billy and so many others, and of course harry… oh, can the beegees and moody blues be too far away?) and i am me, after all…

goo :)

i miss you too :)